It was 8:30 at night and time for the dog to go out. I leashed her up since she really shouldn't be let out on her own due to her age and ailments. It was dark and I was carrying a flashlight, and we were in the driveway. All of a sudden, I heard a crunch under my boots and I had to turn around and shine the light on whatever it was that made the noise.
I was saddened to see a crushed snail shell. I've loved seeing the snails on the deck rail and on the stone walls on my property over the years. To think that I killed one has really upset me.
I decided to leave it where it was. Maybe it could manage to save itself, I hoped.
In the morning, I will go see if it's still there. If it's gone, it either managed to move on or got eaten by a bird.
Good luck, Snaily (which is what I call the snails, thanks to my oldest child). I'm sorry I didn't see you and save you myself.